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Jfttltoaufeee,  Wisconsin 
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CJ)e  Court 
of  rije  ^Princess  3tia 

in 

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on  tlje 

f irst  Bap  of  JHap 

from 

^unrtse  to  Sunset 


a iUibgummer  J3ap;2Bream. 


A tale  for  summer  as  befits  the  time, 

And  something  it  should  be  to  suit  the  place: 

A talk  of  college  and  of  ladies’  rights, 

A feudal  knight  in  sinken  masquerade, 

And,  yonder,  shrieks  and  strange  experiments- 
This  were  a MEDLEY. 

No  matter:  we  will  say  whatever  comes. 

And  let  the  ladies  sing  us,  if  they  will, 

From  time  to  time,  some  ballad  or  a song 
To  give  us  breathing  space. 

And  here  I give  the  story  and  the  songs. 


Co 

$resii3ent  i&a&in 


DRAMATIC  DIRECTOR.  ,so^°^ 

Mary  E.  Wilder.  ' 


LITERARY  DIRECTOR. 

Emily  F.  Brown. 

MUSIC  DIRECTOR. 

Eolia  Carpenter. 

ART  DIRECTOR. 

Emily  P.  Groom. 

DIRECTOR  OF  THE  DANCES. 
Elizabeth  Dickerson. 

TREASURER. 

Sarah  Ferris. 

DIRECTORS  OF  THE  EPISODES. 

1st.  Episode — Winifred  Hale 
2nd.  Episode — Florence  Crocker. 

3rd.  Episode — Eleanor  Brown. 

4th  Episode — Elma  Hanson 
5th.  Episode — Lena  Tomson. 


7th  Episode — Winifred  Titus. 


Page  Three 


Court  of  tf)e  princess. 

prologue  anil  epilogue. 

THE  FRESHMAN  CLASS. 

Ethel  Magie  (1909) 
Harriet  Haney 
Helen  Chambers 
Elma  Barker  (1909) 
Helen  Stoppenbach 


THE  PRINCESS 

Lady  Psyche  

Lady  Blanche  . . . 

Melissa  

THE  PRINCE  . . 


MAIDENS  ATTENDING  THE  PRINCESS. 


Martha  Brindley 
Adella  Carson 
Helen  Chase 
Marguerite  Hart 
Portia  Howe 


Gertrude  Kasten 
Katherine  Mailer 
Ethel  Mansfield 
Eva  Wallis 
Catharine  Light 


LADY  PSYCHE’S  PUPILS. 


Emily  Albers 
Charlotte  Albert 
Elizabeth  Bannon 
Mabel  Beaver 
Helene  Boerner 
Margaret  Burns 
Annie  Cahoon 
Helen  Kermott 
Leona  Kuether 


Olive  Lindenschmidt 
Margaret  Morgan 
Avrina  Pugh 
Rena  Sachs 
Eleanor  Smith 
Faith  Smith 
Lucie  Stiemkie 
Florence  Sweeting 
Bessie  Tainsh 


LADY  BLANCHE’S  PUPILS. 


Elma  Barker 
Lucia  Juergens 
Jessie  Lewin 
Margaret  Murphy 
Edith  Neal 
Vernelia  Pierce 
Hilda  Raetzman 
Henriette  Rissman 
Dorothy  Robertson 
Laura  Stern 


Katherine  Breck 
Dorothy  Brown 
Marguerite  Crawford 
Nora  Davis 
Marjorie  Eastman 
Eva  Ferguson 
Gertrude  Friday 
Katherine  Gregg 
Lenore  Hewit 
Elizabeth  Hiestand 


Page  Four 


EPISODE  ONE. 


“Ct )t  of  ” 

THE  FIRST  YEARS. 


Herald  Mary  Ilsley 

The  May  Queen,  Lady  Flora Mary  Dodson 

The  Sleeping  Beauty  Pearl  Davi°. 

The  Fairy  Prince  Laura  Russell 


BEARERS  OF  THE  FLOAT. 


Ruth  Arnold 
Frieda  Gutenkunst 
Gertrude  Newald 
Sadie  Miller 


Loela  Davis 
Berenice  Gether 
Louise  Kletzsch 
Nina  Wetmore 


MAY-DAY 


Elizabeth  Leeds 
Anita  Stolz 
Anna  Wellauer 
Erma  Villmow 
Marjorie  Nau 
Irmagarde  Meckelberg 
Carola  Berry 
Helen  Roe 
Frances  Kennan 


DANCERS. 

Hester  Dyer 
Helen  Chubbuck 
Adelaide  Bartholf 
Nellie  Thiermann 
Lilias  Morehouse 
Norma  Dee 
Helen  Reed 
Edith  Silkworth 
Katharine  Tooker 


EPISODE  TWO. 

“Ct)E  ©team  of  jfatr  Women.” 

THE  THIRD  YEARS. 

Herald  Ruth  Horton 

Symbolic  Figure:  The  Dreamer  Dorothy  Cunningham 


BEARERS  OF  THE  FLOAT. 


Ruth  Sigrist 
Francis  Gayle 
Gretchen  Salsich 
Elsie  Jackson 


Laura  Perley 
Henrietta  Pierce 
Adelaine  Steigley 
Katharine  Sanderson 


FAIR  WOMEN  FROM  “THE  DREAM  OF  FAIR  WOMEN  ” 


Helen  of  Troy  . . . 

Iphigenia  

Cleopatra  

Jephtha’s  Daughter 

Rosamond  

Margaret  Roper  . . 

Joan  of  Arc  

Queen  Eleanor  . . . 


Marion  Rawson 
Natalie  Johnson 
Beatrice  Zwetow 
Hannah  Eschweiler 
Lillian  Ross 
Ruth  Allen 
Lucille  Bartlett 
Beatrice  Hyman 


Page  Five 


OTHER  FAIR  ONES. 


Boadicea  Lorraine  Haskin 

Oenone  Margaret  Bouer 

Lilian  Ethel  Gray 

Claribel  Grace  Davidson 

Eleanore  Helen  Constantine 

Isabel  Alma  Sidenberg 

Mariana  Jessica  Boorse 

Madeline  Ruth  Taber 

Margaret  Eleanor  Hanchett 

Rosalind  Maude  Dugge 

Adeline  Janet  Camp 


EPISODE  THREE. 


“Cl )t  jf0te£tet£*” 

THE  SECOND  YEARS. 


Herald  

Symbolic  Figure:  Puck,  the  Spirit  of  the 

Forest  

Robin  Hood  

Maid  Marian  

Friar  Tuck  

Will  Scarlet  

Little  John  

FIDDLERS. 


Anita  Bauch 

Margaret  Wahl 
Viola  Sturdevant 
Alice  Charleton 
Doris  Lindsay 
Ruth  Dillman 
Alma  Kletzsch 


Mary  Cushing 


Esther  Mansfield 
Edith  Campbell 


ROBIN  HOOD’S  MEN. 


Lorraine  Schiller 
Katherine  MacGillis 
Ruth  Lindsay 
Mae  Sprague 
Deborah  Lorenze 


Evelyn  Wildner 
Elinor  Van  Dyke 
Elise  Scott 
Carrie  Stiefel 
Elizabeth  Wight 


VILLAGE  MAIDENS. 

Dorothy  Rice  Alice  Mary  Miller 

Gertrude  Puelicher  Dorothy  Watkins 

Florence  Rosenberg  Margaret  Bigelow 

Lois  Kupfer  Ruth  O’Brien 


EPISODE  FOUR. 


“Cl)e  3bplls  of  tfje  fteartf)” 

THE  HOME  ECONOMICS  CLASSES. 


Herald  Anna  May  French 

Standard  Bearer  Ina  Baker 

Symbolic  Figure:  A Maid  at  the  Distaff.  Adelaide  Rawson 


BEARERS  OF  THE  FLOAT. 

Dora  Helmer  Eleanor  Penner 

Eunice  Johnson  Hazel  Perkins 

Anita  Dohmen  Ethel  Peterson 

Mary  Wood  Polly  Goldsworthy 


HOLIDAY-MAKERS. 

“The  Talking  Oak”  Edna  Flipse 

The  Gardener’s  Daughter  Martha  Jochem 

Her  Lover  Emma  Ziesler 

Dora  Lucile  Willard 

The  Uncle  Estelle  Hanchette 

Enoch  Arden Pauline  Carter 

Annie  Lee  Eleanor  Swan 

Will  Waterproof  Margaret  McConochie 

The  Northern  Farmer  Lenore  Tiefenthaler 

His  Wife  Clara  Haase 

The  Grandmother  Nettie  Torrance 

The  Milkmaid  Ina  Sparks 

The  Miller’s  Daughter  Blanche  Davenport 

The  Goose  Ruth  Hamilton 

EPISODE  FIVE. 

“Clje  Stiplte  of  tf)e  mng." 

THE  FOURTH  YEARS. 

Herald  Florence  Foreman 

Standard  Bearer  Helen  Hill 

Symbolic  Figure:  The  Spirit  of  Chivalry  Elizabeth  Foster 

King  Arthur  Emmeline  Inbusch 

Merlin  Sophie  Kitz 

The  Three  Queens. 

Neita  Oviatt  Marion  Davis  Helen  Klode 

Dubric  Irma  Gribble 

Sir  Launcelot  Irma  Bauch 

Queen  Guinevere  Marion  Camp 

Ladies  of  the  Court 

Helen  Adler  Alice  Rosenstein  Mildred  Wright 

Nesta  Densmoor  Edna  Schorer  Muriel  Schultz 

Belle  Holthoff  Gertrude  Strickland  Gladys  Miller 

Elaine  Elsa  Koop 

Nun  Dcrothy  Usher 

Vivian  Claire  Tabor 

Isolde  Mildred  Masterton 

Knights. 

Geraint  Norma  Bauch 

Gareth  Dorothy  Davis 

Balin  Edith  Chapman 

Sagramore  Theresa  Greenhoot 

Percivale  Sibyl  Holmes 

Tristram  Lillian  Knell 

Galahad  Helen  Lee 

Bors  Anita  Mann 

Valence  Alice  Chapman  Miller 

Balan  Nancy  Van  Dyke 

Gawain  Mary  Brown 

Bedivere  Margaret  Seaman 


Page  Seven 


Trumpeters 


Gertrude  Alden  Rosalie  Jacobs 

Dorothy  Alexander  Stella  Ulrich 

Masters  of  the  Horse 

Miss  Ellsworth  Miss  Dickerson 


EPISODE  SIX. 


“3ti  jWemorxam.” 

THE  UPPER  CLASSMEN. 

Herald 

Standard  Bearer 
The  Lyric  Muse 


Juniors. 

Maude  Campbell 

Ella  Wood 

Maude  Hawkins 


The  Nine  Muses 


Ruth  Battis  Lena  Stebbins 

Emmogene  Hayward  Eleanor  Suckow 

Johanna  Klingholz  Gertrude  Van  Dyke 

Martha  Rahr  Lillian  Remsburg 

Elma  Barker 

Seniors. 


Chancellor  of  Cambridge  University  ....  Vera  Lischer 
Bearer  of  the  Standard  with  Coat-of- 

Arms  of  Trinity  College  Fredda  Brown 

The  Cambridge  “Apostles.” 

Grace  Arnold  Callie  Smith 

Lucy  French  Adelia  Gauzwitz 

Caroline  Gage  Lelia  Gauzwitz 

Selma  Stern  May  Wood 

Inez  Strohm  Lora  Jensen 

Nilla  Hoard  Annetta  Maxwell 


EPISODE  SEVEN. 

Cemtptfott  ttje  laureate  of  tfje  Brttisf)  Ration. 

THE  SOPHOMORES. 


Herald  Dorothy  Slater 

St.  George  Margaret  Davison 


“Cl )e  Ixgl )t  33riga&e.” 

Linda  Holley  Harriet  Reynolds 

Norma  Kussel  Marelie  Schirmer 

Donna  Messenger  Lois  Suttle 

Edith  Millett  Verle  Sells 

Gertrude  Mueller  Bessie  Taylor 

Bessie  Torrance 


Page  Eight 


“Ct \t  fleet” 


Britannia  

Belle  Fleek 
Ethel  Clark 
Amy  Howe 
Sue  Jones 


Florence  Wilson 

British  Naval  Officers 

Myrtie  Postel 
Lillian  Reinking 
Lucia  Stone 
Olga  Schuette 
Verna  Scollard 


“Ctjc  <©ueen’$?  jubilee.” 

Representatives  of  the  Colonies. 

India — Marie  Damon,  Elizabeth  Timme,  Ruth  Hyde,  Ruth  Dodge, 
Frieda  Miller,  Helen  Tyrrell. 

Scotland — Verle  Sells,  Ruth  Sterling,  Helen  Hood. 

Ireland — Florence  Schuette,  Florence  Dutton. 

Canada — Marie  Chamberlain. 

Australia — Golden  Lanning. 

Wales — Helen  Connor. 

MUSICIANS. 

Piano  Miss  Carpenter 

Violin Dorothy  Robertson 

Director  of  Military  Band  Mr.  Henry  Tetzner 

Vocal — 

Hester  Adams. 

Come  into  the  Garden  Maud.  (Balfe.) 

Go  not.  Happy  Day.  (Whelpley) 

Elma  Barker 

O Swallow,  Swallow,  Flying  South  (Whelpley) 

Song  of  Jephtha’s  Daughter. 

Ethel  Magie 

The  Throstle. 

Flower  in  the  Crannied  Wall. 

Ask  Me  No  More. 

Helen  Stoppenbach 

Now  Sleeps  the  Crimson  Petal. 

Emily  Elmore 

The  Milkmaid’s  Song  from  Queen  Mary.  (Malloy) 

Mildred  Corning 

Beat  upon  Mine  Little  Heart  (from  Romney’s  Remorse). 
Marion  Rogers 

The  Miller’s  Daughter  (Chadwick) 


(White) 
(Mason) 
(F.  S.  Converse) 

(Roger  Quilter) 


COSTUMER, 

Fritz  Schultz,  of  Chicago. 


Page  Nine 


prologue 

at  tfje  Court  of  tfje  f&rtncejSg  Ifia. 

Morn  in  the  white  wake  of  the  morning  star 
Comes  furrowing  all  the  orient  into  gold 

THE  PRINCESS. 

This  morning  is  the  morning  of  the  day. 

All  the  land  in  flowery  squares 

Smells  of  the  coming  summer;  all  of  Heaven  is  pure 
Up  to  the  Sun,  and  May  from  verge  to  verge. 

From  the  woods 

Come  voices  of  the  well-contented  doves. 

The  lark  can  scarce  get  out  his  notes  for  joy, 

But  shakes  his  song  together  as  he  nears 
His  happy  home,  the  ground.  To  left  and  right, 

The  cuckoo  tell  his  name  to  all  the  hills. 

Hear  how  the  bushes  echo!  by  my  life, 

These  birds  have  joyful  thoughts.  Think  you  they  sing 
Like  poets,  from  the  vanity  of  song? 

Or  have  they  any  sense  of  why  they  sing? 

Once  more  the  Heavenly  Power 
Makes  all  things  new 
And  domes  the  red-plow’d  hills 
With  loving  blue. 

The  blackbirds  have  their  wills, 

The  throstles,  too. 


Page  Ten 


THE  PRINCESS  SINGS. 

The  Throstle. 

“Summer  is  coming,  summer  is  coming. 

I know  it,  I know  it,  I know  it. 

Light  again,  leaf  again,  life  again,  love  again,” 

Yes,  my  wild  little  Poet. 

Sing  the  new  year  in  under  the  blue. 

Last  year  you  sang  it  as  gladly. 

“New,  new,  new,  new!”  Is  in  then  so  new 
That  you  should  carol  so  madly? 

“Love  again,  song  again,  nest  again,  young  again” 

Never  a prophet  so  crazy! 

And  hardly  a daisy  as  yet,  little  friend, 

See,  there  is  hardly  a daisy. 

“Here  again,  here,  here,  here,  happy  year!” 

O warble  unchidden,  unbidden! 

Summer  is  coming,  is  coming,  my  dear, 

And  all  the  winters  are  hidden. 

DANCE  ON  THE  SWARD  BY  THE  COURT-MAIDENS. 

O how  sweet 

To  linger  here  with  fair  philosophies 
That  lift  the  fancy;  for  indeed  these  fields 
Are  lovely,  lovelier  not  the  Elysian  lawns, 

Where  paced  the  Demigods  of  old,  and  saw 
The  soft  white  vapor  streak  the  crowned  towers 
Built  to  the  Sun. 

HYMN  TO  THE  SUN  SUNG  BY  THE  COURT-MAIDENS. 
Once  again  thou  flamest  heavenward,  once  again  we  see  thee  rise, 
Every  morning  is  thy  birthday  gladdening  human  hearts  and  eyes. 
Every  morning  here  we  greet  it,  bowing  lowly  down  before  thee, 

Thee,  the  Godlike,  thee,  the  changeless  in  thine  ever-changing  skies. 

Shadow-maker,  shadow-slayer,  arrowing  light  from  clime  to  clime, 
Hear  thy  myriad  laureates  hail  thee  monarch  in  their  woodland  rhyme; 
Warble  bird,  and  open  flower,  men,  below  the  dome  of  azure 
Kneel  adoring  Him  the  Timeless  in  the  flame  that  measures  Time. 

THE  PRINCESS. 

’t  is  so: 

For  was,  and  is,  and  will  be,  are  but  is; 

And  all  creation  is  one  act  at  once, 

The  birth  of  light:  but  we  that  are  not  all, 

As  parts,  can  see  but  parts,  now  this,  now  that, 

And  live,  perforce,  from  thought  to  thought,  and  make 

One  act  a phantom  of  succession:  thus 

Our  weakness  somehow  shapes  the  shadow  Time; 

But  in  the  shadow  will  we  work,  and  mould 
The  woman  to  the  fuller  day.  Enough. 

Let  some  one  sing  to  us;  lightier  move 
The  minutes  fledged  with  music. 


Page  Eleven 


MELISSA  SINGS. 


O Swallow,  Swallow,  flying  South, 

Fly  to  her,  and  fall  upon  her  gilded  eaves, 

And  tell  her,  tell  her,  what  I tell  to  thee. 

O Swallow,  Swallow,  if  I could  follow  and  light 
Upon  her  lattice,  I would  pipe  and  trill, 

And  cheep  and  twitter  twenty  million  loves. 

O Swallow,  flying  from  the  golden  woods, 

Fly  to  her,  and  pipe,  and  woo  her,  and  make  her  mine, 
And  tell  her,  tell  her  that  I follow  thee  . 

THE  PRINCESS. 

A mere  love-poem ! O for  such,  my  friend, 

We  hold  them  slight — Knaves  are  men; 

So  they  blaspheme  the  Muse!  But  great  is  song 
Used  to  great  ends: — O lift  your  natures  up: 

Embrace  our  aims:  work  out  your  freedom.  Girls, 
Knowledge  is  now  no  more  a fountain  sealed: 

Drink  deep,  until  the  habits  of  the  slave, 

The  sins  of  emptiness,  gossip,  and  spite, 

And  slander,  die.  Better  not  be  at  all 
Than  not  be  noble.  But  enough! 

And  now,  to  leaven  play  with  profit,  you, 

Know  you  no  song,  the  true  growth  of  your  soil, 
That  gives  the  manners  of  your  country  women? 


THE  COURT-MAIDENS  SING. 

Come,  Let’s  be  Merrie  (Old  English.) 

As  the  maidens  sing,  troops  of  children  run  danc- 
ing in,  laden  with  the  first  flowers  of  Spring, 
which  they  have  gathered  in  the  woods  hard  by. 
This  ends  the  Prologue,  and  begins 

THE  PAGEANT. 


Page  Twelve 


EPISODE  ONE. 


“Cfje  promise  of  i&ap.” 

O joy  for  the  promise  of  May,  of  May, 

O joy  for  the  promise  of  May. 

THE  PRINCESS. 

Our  Court  is  always  May,  buds  out  in  masques, 

Breaks  into  feathered  merriment,  and  flowers 
In  silken  pageants. 

Presentation  of  May-Flowers  to  the  Princess. 

THE  PRINCESS  SINGS. 

Flower  in  the  Crannied  Wall. 

THE  CROWNING  OF  THE  MAY  QUEEN,  LADY  FLORA. 
Old  English  Song  (1650).  The  Queen  of  May. 

Hail!  Ample  presence  of  a Queen, 

Bountiful,  beautiful,  apparell’d  gay, 

Whose  mantle,  every  shade  of  glancing  green, 

Flies  back  in  fragrant  breezes  to  display 
A tunic  white  as  May. 

SYMBOLIC  REPRESENTATION  OF  THE  AWAKENING  OF 
SPRING:  THE  DAY-DREAM. 

All  precious  things,  discovered  late, 

To  those  that  seek  them  issue  forth; 

For  love  in  sequel  works  with  fate, 

And  draws  the  veil  from  hidden  worth. 

He  travels  far  from  other  skies — 

His  mantle  glitters  on  the  rocks — 

A fairy  Prince  with  joyful  eyes, 

And  lighter-footed  than  the  fox. 

SONG  BY  THE  FLOWER-MAIDENS. 

What  Does  Little  Birdie  Say? 

EPISODE  TWO. 

“Cl)e  Bream  of  Jfair  Women.” 

I read,  before  my  eyelids  dropt  their  shade, 

“The  Legend  of  Good  Women,”  long  ago 
Sung  by  the  morning  star  of  song,  who  made 
His  music  heard  below; 

At  last  methought  that  I had  wander’d  far 
In  an  old  wood:  fresh-wash’d  in  coolest  dew 
The  maiden  splendors  of  the  morning  star 
Shook  in  the  steadfast  blue. 

Those  far-renowned  brides  of  ancient  song 
Peopled  the  hollow  dark,  like  burning  stars, 

And  I heard  sounds  of  insult,  shame,  and  wrong, 

And  trumpets  blown  for  wars. 


Page  Thirteen 


HELEN  OF  TROY  PASSES. 

At  length  I saw  a lady  within  call, 

Stiller  than  chisell’d  marble,  standing  there; 

A daughter  of  the  gods,  divinely  tall, 

And  most  divinely  fair. 

IPHIGENIA. 

and  turning  I appealed 

To  one  that  stood  beside. 

But  she,  with  sick  and  scornful  looks  averse, 

To  her  full  height  her  stately  stature  draws. 

CLEOPATRA. 

I,  turning,  saw,  throned  on  a flowery  rise, 

One  sitting  on  a crimson  scarf  unroll’d; 

A queen,  with  swarthy  cheeks  and  bold  black  eyes, 
Brow-bound  with  burning  gold. 

JEPHTHA’S  DAUGHTER. 

Then  I heard 

A noise  of  some  one  coming  thro’  the  lawn, 

And  singing  clearer  than  the  crested  bird 
That  claps  his  wings  at  dawn. 

ROSAMOND. 

‘Alas!  Alas!’  a low  voice,  full  of  care, 

Murmured  beside  me:  ‘Turn  and  look  on  me; 

I am  that  Rosamond,  whom  men  call  fair, 

If  what  I was,  I be.’ 

MARGARET  ROPER. 

- - - - - - her,  who  clasp’d  in  her  last  trance 

Her  murdered  father’s  head. 

JOAN  OF  ARC. 

_ - _ _ - _ or  Joan  of  Arc, 

A light  of  ancient  France. 

QUEEN  ELEANOR. 

Or  her  who  knew  that  Love  can  vanquish  Death, 
Who  kneeling,  with  one  arm  about  her  King, 

Drew  forth  the  poison  with  her  balmy  breath, 
Sweet  as  new  buds  in  Spring. 

BOADICEA. 

So  the  Queen  Boadicea, 

Brandishing  in  her  hand  a dart  and 
Rolling  glances  lioness-like. 

OENONE. 

Hither  came 

Mournful  Oenone,  wandering  forlorn. 

Her  cheek  had  lest  the  rose,  and  round  her  neck 
Floated  her  hair  or  seemed  to  float  in  rest. 


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LILIAN. 

Airy,  fairy  Lilian, 

Flitting,  fairy  Lilian, 

When  I ask  her  if  she  love  me, 

Claps  her  tiny  hands  above  me. 
Laughing  all  she  can. 

CLARIBEL. 

Where  Claribel  low-lieth 
The  breezes  pause  and  die, 

Letting  the  rose-leaves  fall: 

But  the  solemn  oak-tree  sigheth, 

With  an  ancient  melody 
Of  an  inward  agony. 

ELEANORE. 

How  may  full-sailed  verse  express, 

How  may  measured  words  adore 
The  full-flowing  harmony 
Of  thy  swan-like  stateliness, 

Eleanore? 

ISABEL. 

Revered  Isabel  the  crown  and  head, 

The  stately  flower  of  female  fortitude, 

Of  perfect  wifehood  and  pure  lowlihead. 
MARIANA. 

Her  tears  fell  with  the  dews  at  even; 
Her  tears  fell  ere  the  dews  were  dried; 
She  could  not  look  on  the  sweet  heaven, 
Either  at  morn  or  eventide. 
MADELINE. 

Smiling,  frowning,  evermore, 

Thou  art  perfect  in  love-lore, 

Ever  varying  Madeline. 

MARGARET. 

O sweet  pale  Margaret, 

O rare  pale  Margaret, 

From  all  things  outward  you  have  won 
A tearful  grace,  as  tho’  you  stood 
Between  the  rainbow  and  the  sun. 
ROSALIND. 

My  Rosalind,  my  Rosalind, 

My  frolic  falcon,  with  bright  eyes. 

ADELINE. 

Mystery  of  mysteries, 

Faintly  smiling  Adeline — 

With  thy  floating  flaxen  hair 
Thy  rose-lips  and  full  blue  eyes. 
Shadowy,  dreamy  Adeline? 

So  shape  chased  shape  as  swift  as,  when  to  land 
Bluster  the  winds  and  tides  the  selfsame  way, 

Crisp  foam-flakes  scud  along  the  level  sand, 

Torn  from  the  fringe  of  spray. 


EPISODE  THREE. 


“Cf)e  jForcsttrs?.” 

— “the  wild  wood!  to  cast 
All  threadbare  household  habit,  mix  with  all 
The  lusty  life  of  wood  and  underwood, 

Hawk,  buzzard,  jay,  the  mavis,  and  the  merle, 

The  tawny  squirrel  vaulting  thro’  the  boughs, 

The  deer,  the  high-back’d  polecat,  the  wild  boar, 

The  burrowing  badger — By  St.  Nicholas 
I have  a sudden  passion  for  the  wild  wood — 

What  say  you?  Shall  we  go?  Your  hands,  Your  hands!” 


MORRIS  DANCE  AND  MAYPOLE  SONG:  TO  THE  MAYPOLE 
HASTE  AWAY.  (Time  of  Queen  Elizabeth.) 

Chorus. 

THERE  IS  NO  LAND  LIKE  ENGLAND. 

(Arthur  Sullivan.) 

There  is  no  land  like  England 
Where’er  the  light  of  day  be, 

There  are  no  hearts  like  English  hearts, 

Such  hearts  of  oak  as  they  be. 

There  is  no  land  like  England 
Where’er  the  light  of  day  be; 

There  are  no  men  like  Englishmen 
So  tall  and  bold  as  they  be. 

And  these  will  strike  for  England 
And  man  and  maid  be  free, 

To  foil  and  spoil  the  tyrant 
Beneath  the  greenwood  tree. 

There  is  no  land  like  England, 

Where’er  the  light  of  day  be; 

There  are  no  wives  like  English  wives 
So  fair  and  chaste  as  they  be. 

There  is  no  land  like  England 
Where’er  the  light  of  day  be; 

There  are  no  maids  like  English  maids 
So  beautiful  as  they  be. 

And  these  shall  wed  with  freemen, 

And  all  their  sons  be  free, 

To  sing  the  songs  of  England 
Beneath  the  greenwood  tree. 


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SONG  OF  THE  FORESTERS,  AS  THEY  LEAVE  THE  SWARD. 

A HUNTING  WE  WILL  GO. 

Our  forest  games  are  ended  ,our  free  life, 

And  we  must  hence.  I trust 

We  shall  return  to  the  wood.  Meanwhile,  farewell 
Old  friends,  old  patriarch  oaks. 

You  seem,  as  it  were, 

Immortal  and  we  mortal.  How  few  Junes 
Will  heat  our  pulses  quicker!  How  few  frosts 
Will  chill  the  hearts  that  beat  for  Robin  Hood! 

And  yet  I think  these  oaks  at  dawn  and  even, 

Or  in  the  balmy  breathings  of  the  night, 

Will  whisper  evermore  of  Robin  Hood. 

We  leave  but  happy  memories  in  the  forest. 

You,  good  friar, 

You  Muck,  you  Scarlet,  you  dear  Little  John, 

Your  names  will  cling  like  ivy  to  the  wood, 

And  here  perhaps  a hundred  years  away 
Some  hunter  in  day-dreams  or  half  asleep 
Will  hear  our  arrows  whizzing  overhead, 

And  catch  the  winding  of  a phantom  horn. 

EPISODE  FOUR. 

of  tfyz  Jjeartl)/' 

MERRY-MAKING  BY  RURAL  CHARACTERS  AROUND 
“THE  TALKING  OAK.” 

Down  from  the  mountain 
And  over  the  level 
And  streaming  and  shining  on 
Silent  river, 

Silvery  willow. 

Pasture  and  plowland, 

Innocent  maidens, 

Garrulous  children, 

Homestead  and  Harvest, 

Reaper  and  Gleaner, 

And  rough-ruddy  faces 
Of  lowly  labour 
Slided  the  Gleam. 

HOLIDAY-MAKERS. 

The  Gardener’s  Daughter 

— one  arm  aloft. 

Gowned  in  pure  white,  that  fitted  to  the  shape — 

A single  stream  of  all  her  soft  brown  hair 
Pour’d  on  one  side. 

Song:  Come  into  the  Garden,  Maud. 


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Dora. 


And  Dora  took  the  child,  and  went  her  way 
Across  the  wheat,  and  sat  upon  a mound 
That  was  unsown,  where  many  poppies  grew. 

A Merry-Maker  Sings. 

Beat  upon  mine,  little  heart! 

Enoch  Arden. 

Then,  on  a golden  autumn  eventide, 

The  younger  people  making  holiday 

With  bag  and  sack  and  basket,  great  and  small, 

Went  nutting  to  the  hazel. 

Will  Waterproof. 

“O,  plump  head-waiter  at  the  Cock, 

To  which  I most  resort, 

How  goes  the  time?  ’Tis  five  o’clock, 

Go  fetch  a pint  of  port.” 

The  Northern  Farmer. 

“Doesn’t  thou  ’ear  my  ’erse’s  legs,  as  they  canters  awaay? 
Proputty,  proputty,  proputty — that’s  what  I ’ears  ’em  saay.” 

The  Grandmother. 

“For  mine  is  a time  of  peace,  it  is  not  often  I grieve; 

I am  oftener  sitting  at  home  in  my  father’s  farm  at  eve; 

And  the  neighbors  come  and  laugh  and  gossip  and  so  do  I; 

I find  myself  often  laughing  at  things  that  have  long  gone  by.” 

The  Milkmaid  Sings. 

“Shame  upon  you,  Robin, 

Shame  upon  you  now! 

Kiss  me  would  you?  with  my  hand 
Milking  the  cow? 

Daisies  grow  again, 

Kingcups  blow  again, 

And  you  came  and  kissed  me  milking  the  cow.” 

The  Miller’s  Daughter. 

“Sometimes  I saw  you  sit  and  spin; 

And  in  the  pauses  of  the  wind, 

Sometimes  I heard  you  sing  within. 

Oh,  well — but  sing  the  foolish  song 
I gave  you,  Alice,  on  the  day 
When  arm  in  arm,  we  went  along, 

A pensive  pair — ” 

SONG. 

It  is  the  Miller’s  Daughter. 


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EPISODE  FIVE. 

“'JbpHs  of  t!)c  lung.” 

Then,  with  a melody 
Stronger  and  statelier, 

Led  me  at  length 
To  the  city  and  palace 
Of  Arthur  the  King; 

Touch’d  at  the  golden 
Cross  of  the  churches, 

Flash’d  on  the  Tournament, 

Flicker’d  and  bicker’d 
From  helmet  to  helmet, 

And  last  on  the  forehead 
Of  Arthur  the  blameless 
Rested  the  Gleam. 

THE  COMING  OF  ARTHUR. 

To  me,  methought,  who  waited  with  a crowd, 

There  came  a bark,  that,  blowing  forward,  bore 
King  Arthur,  like  a modern  gentleman 
Of  stateliest  port;  and  all  the  people  cried, 

‘Arthur  is  come  again:  he  cannot  die’ 

THE  CROWNING  OF  ARTHUR. 

and  Arthur  sat 

Crowned  on  the  dais, 

But  when  he  spake  and  cheer’d  his  Table  Round 
With  large  divine,  and  comfortable  words, 

Down  from  the  casement  over  Arthur,  smote 
Flame-colour,  vert,  and  azure  in  three  rays, 

One  falling  upon  each  of  three  fair  queens, 

Who  stood  in  silence  near  his  throne,  the  friends 
Of  Arthur,  gazing  on  him,  tall,  with  bright 
Sweet  faces,  who  will  help  him  at  his  need. 

And  there  I saw  mage  Merlin,  whose  vast  wit 
And  hundred  winters  are  but  as  the  hands 
Of  loyal  vassals  toiling  for  their  liege. 

And  near  him  stood  the  Lady  of  the  Lake, 

Clothed  in  white  samite,  mystic,  wonderful, 

She  gave  the  King  his  huge  cross-hilted  sword. 

There  likewise  I beheld  Excalibur 

Before  him  at  his  crowning  borne, — rich 

With  jewels,  elfin  Urim,  on  the  hilt — the  blade  so  bright 

That  men  are  blinded  by  it. 

THE  MEETING  OF  ARTHUR  AND  GUINEVERE. 
Then  Arthur  charged  his  warrior  whom  he  loved 
And  honour’d  most,  Sir  Launcelot,  to  ride  forth 
And  bring  the  Queen;  and  watched  him  from  the  gates: 

And  Launcelot  past  away  among  the  flowers, 


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(For  then  was  latter  April)  and  return’d 
Among  the  flowers,  in  May,  with  Guinevere. 

Far  shone  the  fields  of  May  thro’  open  door, 

The  sacred  altar  blossomed  white  with  May, 

The  Sun  of  May  descended  on  their  King; 

They  gazed  on  all  earth’s  beauty  in  their  Queen, 

And  holy  Dubric  spread  his  hands  and  spake, 

Reign  ye,  and  live  and  love,  and  make  the  world 
Other,  and  may  thy  Queen  be  one  with  thee, 

And  all  this  Order  of  thy  Table  Round, 

Fulfill  the  boundless  purpose  of  their  King!’ 

Then  while  they  paced  a city  all  on  fire 
With  sun  and  cloth  of  gold,  the  trumpets  blew, 

And  Arthur’s  Knighthood  sang  before  the  King. 

FULL  CHORUS. 

BLOW  TRUMPET.  (Music  composed  by  Miss  Carpenter.) 

Blow,  trumpet,  for  the  world  is  white  with  May; 

Blow,  trumpet,  the  long  night  hath  roll’d  away! 

Blow  thro’  the  living  world — “Let  the  King  reign.” 

Strike  for  the  King  and  live!  his  Knights  have  heard 
That  God  hath  told  the  King  a secret  word. 

Fall  battle-axe  and  flash  brand!  Let  the  King  reign! 

Blow,  trumpet!  he  will  lift  us  from  the  dust. 

Blow,  trumpet!  live  the  strength  and  die  the  lust! 

Clang  battle-axe  and  clash  brand!  Let  the  King  reign. 

Blow  for  our  Sun  is  mighty  in  his  May! 

Fall  battle-axe  and  flash  brand!  Let  the  King  reign! 

Blow  for  our  Sun  is  mightier  day  by  day! 

The  King  will  follow  Christ,  and  we  the  King 
In  whom  high  God  hath  breathed  a secret  thing, 

Fall  battle-axe,  and  flash  brand!  Let  the  King  reign. 

THE  DEPARTURE  OF  THE  KNIGHTS  ON  THE  QUEST. 

“Knights,  that  in  twelve  great  battles  splash’d  and  dyed 
The  strong  White  Horse  in  his  own  heathen  blood — 

Go,  since  your  vows  are  sacred,  being  made: 

Yet — for  ye  know  the  cries  of  all  my  realm 
Pass  thro’  this  hall — how  often,  O my  Knights, 

Your  places  being  vacant  at  my  side, 

This  chance  of  noble  deeds  will  come  and  go 
Unchallenged,  while  ye  follow  wandering  fires 
Lost  in  the  quagmire!  Many  of  you,  yea  most, 

Return  no  more. 

The  sequel  of  today  unsolders  all 

The  goodliest  fellowship  of  famous  Knights 

Whereof  this  world  holds  record.” 


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THE  PASSING  OF  ARTHUR. 

Then  loudly  cried  the  bold  Sir  Bedivere: 

“Ah!  my  Lord  Arthur,  whither  shall  I go? 

For  now  I see  the  true  old  times  are  dead, 

When  every  morning  brought  a noble  chance, 

And  every  chance  brought  out  a noble  Knight. 

But  now  the  whole  Round  Table  is  dissolved 
Which  was  an  image  of  the  mighty  world, 

And  I,  the  last,  go  forth  companionless, 

And  the  days  darken  round  me,  and  the  years, 

Among  new  men,  strange  faces,  other  minds.” 

Then  spake  King  Arthur  to  Sir  Bedivere: 

“The  old  order  changeth,  yielding  place  to  new, 

And  God  fulfils  himself  in  many  ways, 

Lest  one  good  custom  should  corrupt  the  world, 

Comfort  thyself:  what  comfort  is  in  me? 

Take  Excalibur  and  fling  him  far  into  the  middle  mire. 

But  now  farewell.  I am  going  a long  way 
To  the  island-valley  of  Avilion, 

Where  I will  heal  me  of  my  grievous  wound.” 

Clouds  and  darkness 
Closed  upon  Camelot; 

Arthur  had  vanished 
I knew  not  whither, 

The  King  who  loved  me 
And  cannot  die. 

For  out  of  the  darkness 
Silent  and  slowly 

The  Gleam,,  that  had  waned  to  a wintry  glimmer 
Drew  to  the  valley 
Named  of  the  shadow, 

And  slowly  moving  again  to  a melody 
Fell  on  the  shadow, 

No  longer  a shadow, 

But  clothed  with  the  Gleam. 

EPISODE  SIX. 

“In  jMemoriam,” 

This  truth  came  borne  with  bier  and  pall, 

I felt  it  when  I sorrowed  most. 

’Tis  better  to  have  loved  and  lost, 

Than  never  to  have  loved  at  all. 

The  Muses  in  solemn  procession  bewailing  the 
death  of  Arthur  Hallam,  and  bearing  the  symbol: 
the  Lyric  Muse. 


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A life  that  all  the  Muses  deck’d, 

With  gifts  of  grace,  that  might  express 
All  comprehensive  tenderness, 

All  subtilizing  intellect. 

But  I am  but  an  earthly  Muse, 

And  owning  but  a little  art 
To  lull  with  song  an  aching  heart, 

And  render  human  love  his  dues. 

CHORUS. 

Crossing  the  Bar. 

The  Chancellor  of  Cambridge  University  and  The 
Cambridge  “Apostles,”  bearing  a banner  with  the  Seal 
of  Trinity  College. 


[Arthur  Henry  Hallam] 
William  Henry  Brookfield. 
Joseph  William  Blakesley 
Charles  Buller 
John  Mitchell  Kemble 
Henry  Lushington 


Frederick  Denison  Maurice 
John  Sterling 
James  Spedding 
Richard  Monckton  Milnes 
Richard  Chenevix  French 
George  Stovin  Venables 


Alfred  Tennyson. 


I past  beside  the  reverend  walls, 

In  which  of  old  I wore  the  gown, 

I roved  at  random  through  the  town; 
And  saw  the  tumult  of  the  halls. 

Where  once  we  held  debate,  a band 
Of  youthful  friends,  on  mind  and  art, 
And  labor,  and  the  changing  mart. 

And  all  the  framework  of  the  land. 


EPISODE  SEVEN. 


“€&e  i-tgljt  BrigaOe.” 


Shout  for  England!.  .Ho!  for  England! 

George  for  England !.. Merry  England! 

England  for  aye! 

Hold  up  the  Lion  of  England  on  high! 

Shout  for  God  and  our  right! 

Banner  of  England,  not  for  a season, 

O banner  of  Britain,  hast  thou 

Floated  in  conquering  battle  or  flapt  to  the  battle-cry. 


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MUSIC  BY  THE  BAND. 

The  Dashing  White  Sergeant.  (Bishop.) 

Roast  Beef  of  Old  England  (Old  English.) 

John  Peel.  (Old  English.) 

British  Grenadiers.  (16th.  Century.) 

“Cite  fleet.” 

Britannia  at  the  Prow,  escorted  by  English  Sailors. 

The  fleet  of  England  is  her  all-in-all; 

Her  fleet  is  in  your  hands, 

And  in  her  fleet,  her  Fate. 

FULL  CHORUS. 

Rule  Britannia.  (Thomson-Arne  1740.) 

The  Muses,  still  with  freedom  found, 

Shall  to  thy  happy  coast  repair; 

Blest  Isle!  with  matchless  beauty  crown’d, 

And  manly  hearts  to  guard  the  fair. 

“<©n  tt>e  jubilee  of  <©ueen  ©tctona.” 

Procession  of  Representatives  of  the  Empire. 

Fifty  times  the  rose  has  flower’d  and  faded, 

Fifty  times  the  golden  harvest  fallen, 

Since  our  Queen  assumed  the  globe,  the  sceptre. 

Fifty  years  of  ever-broadening  commerce! 

Fifty  years  of  ever-brightening  science! 

Fifty  years  of  ever-widening  Empire! 

You,  the  hardy,  laborious, 

Patient  children  of  Albion, 

You  Canadian,  Indian, 

Australasian,  African; 

All  your  hearts  be  in  harmony, 

All  your  voices  in  unison, 

Singing,  “Hail  to  the  glorious 
Golden  year  of  her  Jubilee!” 

GOD  SAVE  THE  QUEEN. 


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TOAST  TO  THE  QUEEN,  TO  ENGLAND,  TO  AMERICA. 
Hands  All  Round.  (Old  Sussex  Tune.) 

First  pledge  our  Queen  this  solemn  night; 

Then  drink  to  England  every  guest 
That  man’s  the  best  cosmopolite 
Who  loves  his  country  best. 

The  glorious  name  of  England  ever, 

Hands  All  Round. 

Gigantic  daughter  of  the  West, 

We  drink  to  thee  across  the  flood, 

We  know  thee,  and  we  love  thee  best, 

For  art  thou  not  of  British  blood? 

Round,  Round,  Hands  All  Round, 

To  this  united  cause  of  Freedom, 

Hands  All  Round. 

PRINCESS. 

Sharers  of  our  glorious  past, 

Brothers,  must  we  part  at  last? 

Shall  we  not  thro’  good  and  ill 
Cleave  to  one  another  still? 

Britain’s  myriad  voices  call, 

Sons  be  welded  each  and  all, 

Into  one  imperial  whole, 

One  with  Britain,  heart  and  soul! 

One  life,  one  flag,  one  fleet,  one  Throne! 
Britons,  hold  your  own! 

epilogue. 

[At  this  crisis  the  Princess  is  interrupted  by  the 
unexpected  arrival  of  the  Prince  who  addresses 
her  as  follows:] 

“O  not  to  pry  and  peer  on  your  reserve, 

But  led  by  golden  wishes,  and  a hope 
The  child  of  regal  compact,  did  I break 
Your  precinct;  not  a scorner  of  your  sex 
But  venerator,  zealous  it  should  be 
All  that  it  might  be:  hear  me,  for  I bear, 

From  the  flaxen  curl  to  the  gray  lock  a life 
Less  mine  than  yours : 

Yet  that  I came  not  all  unauthorized, 

Behold  your  father’s  letter. 


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THE  PRINCESS. 


I wed  with  thee!  I bound  by  precontract 

Your  bride,  your  bond-slave!  not  tho’  all  the  gold 

That  veins  the  world  were  pack’d  to  make  your  crown.  Sir, 

Your  falsehood  and  yourself  are  hateful  to  us: 

I trample  on  your  offers  and  on  you; 

Begone:  we  will  not  look  upon  you  more. 

We  had  our  dreams;  perhaps  you  mixt  with  them: 

We  touch  on  our  dead  self,  nor  shun  to  do  it, 

Being  other — since  we  learnt  our  meaning  here, 

To  lift  the  woman’s  fallen  divinity 
Upon  an  even  pedestal  with  man. 

THE  PRINCE. 

Come  down,  O maid,  from  yonder  mountain  height: 

What  pleasure  lies  in  height 

In  height  and  cold,  the  splendor  of  the  hills? 

But  cease  to  move  so  near  the  Heavens,  and  cease 
To  sit  a star  upon  the  sparkling  spire; 

And  come,  for  Love  is  of  the  valley,  come, 

For  Love  is  of  the  valley,  come  thou  down 
And  find  him ; by  the  happy  threshold,  he, 

0 come,  for  all  the  vales 

Await  thee;  azure  pillars  of  the  hearth 

Arise  to  thee;  the  children  call,  and  I 

Thy  shepherd  pipe,  and  sweet  is  every  sound, 

Sweeter  thy  voice,  but  every  sound  is  sweet; 

The  moan  of  doves  in  immemorial  elms, 

And  murmuring  of  innumerable  bees. 

THE  PRINCESS  SINGS. 

Ask  me  no  more:  the  moon  may  draw  the  sea; 

The  cloud  may  stoop  from  heaven  and  take  the  shape, 

With  fold  to  fold,  of  mountain  or  of  cape; 

But  O too  fond,  when  have  I answer’d  thee? 

Ask  me  no  more. 

THE  PRINCESS  CONTINUES. 

1 still  am  loth  to  yield  myself  to  one 

That  wholly  scorned  to  help  our  equal  rights 
Against  the  sons  of  men  and  barbarous  laws. 

THE  PRINCE. 

Blame  not  too  much  the  sons  of  men  and  barbarous  laws; 
Henceforth  thou  hast  a helper,  me,  that  know 
The  woman’s  cause  is  man’s;  they  rise  or  sink 
Together,  dwarfed  or  god-like,  bond  or  free. 

We  two  will  serve  them  both  in  aiding  her ; 


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Then  comes  the  statelier  Eden  back  to  men. 

Then  springs  the  crowning  race  of  humankind, 

May  these  things  be! 

0 we  will  walk  this  world, 

Yoked  in  all  exercise  of  noble  end. 

Indeed  I love  thee;  come, 

Yield  thyself  up:  my  hopes  and  thine  are  one 
Accomplish  thou  my  manhood  and  thyself; 

Lay  thy  sweet  hands  in  mine  and  trust  to  me. 

THE  PRINCESS  SINGS. 

Ask  me  no  more:  thy  fate  and  mine  are  sealed: 

1 strove  against  the  stream  and  all  in  vain: 

Let  the  great  river  take  me  to  the  main. 

No  more  dear  love,  for  at  a touch  I yield: 

Ask  me  no  more. 

THE  PRINCE  SINGS. 

Now  sleeps  the  crimson  petal,  now  the  white; 

Nor  waves  the  cypress  in  the  palace  walk; 

Nor  winks  the  gold  fin  in  the  porphyry  font: 

The  fire-fly  wakens:  waken  thou  with  me. 

Now  folds  the  lily  all  her  sweetness  up, 

And  slips  into  the  bosom  of  the  lake: 

So  fold  thyself,  my  dearest,  thou,  and  slip 
Into  my  bosom  and  be  lost  in  me. 

THE  PRINCE  AND  PRINCESS  SING. 

Life  of  the  Life  within  my  blood 
Light  of  the  Light  within  mine  eyes, 

The  May  begins  to  breathe  and  bud, 

And  softly  blow  the  balmy  skies. 

Bathe  with  me  in  the  fiery  flood, 

And  mingle  kisses,  tears,  and  sighs, 

Life  of  the  Life  within  my  blood, 

Light  of  the  Light  within  mine  eyes, 

HYMEN  SINGS. 

Go,  not,  happy  day, 

From  the  shining  fields 
Go,  not,  happy  day, 

Till  the  maiden  yields; 

Rosy  is  the  West, 

Rosy  is  the  South, 

Roses  are  her  cheeks 
And  a rose  her  mouth. 

Blush  from  West  to  East, 

Blush  from  East  to  West, 

Till  the  West  is  East, 

Blush  it  thro’  the  West. 


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FULL  CHORUS. 


The  splendor  falls  on  castle  walls 
And  snowy  summits  old  in  story. 

The  long  light  shakes  across  the  lakes, 

And  the  wild  cataract  leaps  in  glory, 

Blow,  bugle,  blow,  set  the  wild  echoes  flying, 
Blow,  bugle;  answer,  echoes,  dying,  dying,  dying. 

Oh,  hark,  oh,  hear,  how  thin  and  clear, 

And  thinner,  clearer,  farther  going, 

O sweet  and  far  from  cliff  and  scar 
The  horns  of  Elfland  faintly  blowing! 

Blow,  let  us  hear  the  purple  glens  replying, 

Blow,  bugle;  answer,  echoes,  dying,  dying,  dying. 

O,  love,  they  die  in  yon  rich  sky, 

They  faint  on  hill  or  field  or  river. 

Our  echoes  roll  from  soul  to  soul, 

And  grow  forever  and  forever. 

Blow,  bugle,  blow,  set  the  wild  echoes  flying, 

And  answer,  echoes,  answer,  dying,  dying,  dying. 


THE  PRINCESS. 


There  sinks  the  nebulous  Star  we  call  the  Sun. 
Arise  and  let  us  wander  forth; 

For  look,  the  sunset,  south  and  north, 

Winds  all  the  vale  in  rosy  folds, 

And  fires  the  narrow  casement  glass, 
Touching  the  sullen  pool  below. 

On  the  chalk-hill  the  bearded  grass 
Is  dry  and  dewless.  Let  us  go. 


FULL  CHORUS. 


Blow!  Trumpet!  Blow!  the  world  is  white  with  May. 


- - - - and  then  we  turn’d, 

Went  forth  in  long  retinue — till  the  sun 
Grew  broader  toward  his  death,  and  fell,  and  all 
The  rosy  heights  came  out  above  the  lawns. 


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